It is the autumn harvest season again, and it is the homesickness season. Because the epidemic in my hometown Xinxiang spread, I have two more children with me, and I think I can't go back to my hometown recently.
I miss my parents, my hometown, and the field that raised me.
In that field, I have been running around and playing since I was a child. When I can work a little, I often accompany my parents to the ground.
I remember that just after harvesting wheat, in the hot summer, my sisters and I planted onions in the field with my parents. My father digs the onion ditch, my mother digs the onion seedlings, and we lined up in a row and placed the onion seedlings behind my father.
After planting onion seedlings, they started to work in the cornfield, pulling weeds and fertilizing.
The weather is still hot, and the corn has grown very tall. Taking advantage of the rainy season in the summer, my parents and I went into the cornfield to fertilize, allowing the corn leaves to cut their faces to hurt, but I was still happy to be able to help.
What is more joyful is that the autumn harvest and summer are busy every year. We are all on holidays and can always go home to report on time.
Wheat started to be harvested by machines early, but we were still breaking corn manually a few years ago.
So every year it is the corn harvest season, and I feel very excited. Because of that piece of land, our whole family broke corn that had been around for more than twenty years together.
trousers, long sleeves, masks, hats, fully armed, several people in the family, one in a row, the family broke from one end to the other, and they finished it in one row.
breaks to a certain amount, and my father will stop and start to put the corn on the cob in a bag and pull it home. It was until dark and it was just finished. I ended the busy day, tired, but very fulfilled.
bags of golden corn cobs are a visible harvest for the naked eye.
so many years have developed the habit of going to the ground, so now that we use machines to harvest every year, we still panic with our parents to go to the ground. We obviously don’t have to work so many people, so we still take the time to rush home.
Even if you just stand on the ground and do nothing, just look at it, you will feel at ease and satisfied.
has been in the city for more than ten years, bought a house, and settled a home. But the destination of the soul is still the hometown where I gave birth to me and raised me, my parents, and the field in our family.
We follow our parents to dig out our lives in that field, and we follow our parents to feel the efforts and harvest in that field.
is life that allows us to grow, and that field allows us to understand what life is.
I love my parents, and my hometown, and I deeply love the field in my hometown.
